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Chapter 1
Ugh, I slammed, or at least tried to slam my hand onto the snooze button of my alarm. It's too early, I looked at the time, five thirty, that's way too early. Who gets up this early? I shut my eyes hoping for some moments of peace. I almost had them, but was then interrupted by my brother walking into my room.
"Get up," he said shaking me. "I have to go to work, but I'll meet you back here for dinner, or not there might be a party tonight that I have to attend, but I promise to try and be here for dinner." He said before getting up.
"Ishida," I said. "You need to take a break, you're being overworked." I said, my voice messed up because of all of the music practice and the lack of use of it for the past hours.
"Don't worry about me, just keep being yourself." He said with a smirk.
Shaking my head, I said to him, "I don't get you sometimes, Ishida."
"Yea, I know, see ya later," he said as he left. But then he stuck his head back in through the doorway, "Don't you dare go back to sleep and remember today you have to go to the Recording Studio to record that new song. I bet you have a text from the rest of your band, your manager, and your producer. Your producer even called me this morning to make sure that I reminded you to get to the recording studio."
"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha," I said sitting up in my bed, stretching my arms over my head, and yawning, making it look very convincing.
"Good, I'll see you later." He said this time actually leaving, closing the door behind him to give me some privacy.
I fell back in my bed. I must be a great actress or Ishida's totally oblivious to everything. I shut my eyes and started to fall back asleep, but this annoying knocking started out of nowhere (remember she's like now totally out of it). Finally I got up and opened the door seeing Kuchiki Rukia and Inoue Orihime standing there. They were dressed and looked awake, but I knew from experience that they were both dead even though they looked awake.
"What's up you guys?" I asked, yawning in the middle of the sentence.
"Can we stay here?" Orihime asked. "At least until there is actual light outside."
"No," Rukia said, cutting of my sure. "I'm not asking you if I can stay here, I'm making you let me stay here because Renji and Ichigo woke me up at three because they had a band meeting or something." She continued sounding really irritated.
"Oh shit." I muttered.
"Oh yeah, aren't you supposed to be there?" She asked looking at me suspiciously. "He told me that they were going to talk about the tour that they're going on with Glory."
"Maybe," I said. "Seriously Rukia, I haven't slept for five hours since last month. I'll let you stay if you don't tell anyone that I was being completely lazy for the first tome in a month."
"They're overworking you Hinamori-chan." Orihime said.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I said, but… Hey Orihime you don't look that tired at all, why did you come?" I asked.
"She wanted to see Ishida." Rukia said, while Orihime stuttered trying to find out an excuse.
"I really am tired though, I can just hide it well." Orihime added blushing crazily.
"But you can't hide a blush, yep same old Orihime, come on. The wonderful options to day are the chaise, the window seat of your choice, the wonderful floor, and the bed which you have to share with me." I said sweeping my hands and pointing at the options when I said its name.
They laughed. "Are you sure you aren't supposed to be an actress instead of a musician?" Rukia asked.
"I don't know, I've been getting a lot of movie requests now, though." I said.
"Hm, I think I'll take the chaise." Orihime said after a couple of seconds thinking about it.
"Well, Rukia what do you want?" I asked as Orihime grabbed that blanket that was at the end of the chaise and curled up under it.
"I'll take the end of the bed, by your feet, you know as usual." She said, grabbing a blanket on her way to the bed (I swear even though this may seem like a totally gay moment, it's just a best friend thing).
After locking the door, so that no one besides the maids could get in, I jumped in my bed and curled up under the sheets hoping for a couple more hours of sleep.
The next thing I knew I heard voices outside the door of my room. I turned and looked at the clock to see what time it was because the curtains were drawn and I couldn't see whether it was dark or light outside. The clock read eight thirty. I looked at Rukia and Orihime. Orihime was curled in a ball on the chaise and Rukia was sprawled across the bottom of my bed tangled in the sheets, both of them still asleep.
I listened to the voices. The quieter one I recognized as my personal maid, who I totally respect because she helps me with everything and the other I noticed as Aizen Sosuke, the man who signed our band, Glory and Ichigo and his friend's band, Living For Free and Ishida works for him.
I got out of bed and slowly walked to the door. Opening it soundlessly, I stood there in front of the rest of Glory and Living For Free, my manager, my producer, his girlfriend and a good friend of mine, and Aizen who signed me into his record label in my pajamas. Which were a rather tight tank top that showed some of my midriff, black sweatpants that are semi-baggy, black footie socks, and my hair that was pulled back into a messy, low ponytail that didn't even hide the bed hair.
"Would you guys shut up?" I asked. "You'll wake up Orihime and Rukia and whay are you here anyways can't I sleep for a little bit longer it's only like eight something?"
"No." Aizen said, practically yelling. "You need to change and meet us downstairs, so we can get back to the studio and have the meeting about the tour." He said and then turning around and leading everyone else back down the hallway to the stairs.
"Asshole," I muttered under my breath. Turning around I entered my room and went to take a shower.
After finishing the shower, I dried off and pulled on another pair of black sweatpants, the bottoms were so worn that they were starting to tear and rip, another whit tank top that actually fit, and a pair of black Reef flip flops. I grabbed a small bag, that served as a purse out and filled it with my iPod, phone, wallet, another pair of black socks to wear around the studio, gum, and other things like that. I pulled my hair back into another low, messy ponytail and exited the room, letting Rukia and Orihime sleep longer.
After I exited my penthouse room, I waked in the opposite direction that the others walked in. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button to open the doors. Once they opened, I walked in and pressed the button for the first floor and watched as the doors shut. Reaching the first floor, the doors opened soundlessly and I walked out into the hallway. Entering the living room, none of the others saw me because they were looking at the gigantic staircase.
"What are you guys looking at?" I asked, looking at them strangely. They turned around and looked at me. "What?" I asked. "Never mind don't answer," I said, walking towards the door. But I was stopped when I heard someone say my name.
"Miss Hinamori, I thought that you might want your glasses." My personal maid, Akita said, handing the glasses to me.
"Thank you," I said taking them from her and putting them on. "Would you please tell Rukia and Orihime when they wake up to meet me at the studio if they have nothing else to do or I say other wise."
"Sure," she said turning and walking into the kitchen.
I walked to the door, looking at the others and motioning for them to come. "Where are we going, the studio?" I asked when I saw the limo in the driveway.
"Yes," Aizen replied. "There are some people there that would like to meet you."
Leading the way to the limo, I got in and grabbed the seat nearest the driver, so I might be able to lie down. Shuuhei sat next to me and I knew that he knew that I was still exhausted. I laid down stretching myself across part of the seat and put my head in his lap. He didn't even tense up. The first time I did this he went totally hard, but over the year he gradually became used to it. Shutting my eyes I inhaled his scent and slowly started to welcome the darkness that enclosed me. The next thing I knew Shuuhei was shaking me slightly and telling me to get up.
I protested, "But Shuuhei, I don't want to." I shut my eyes and shifted myself so I was more comfortable.
"You have to get up. We have to practice that one song that Glory and Living For Free is going to do together for the tour." He said. "Seriously Momo, Aizen's going to be pissed he wants to listen to us today."
When I still didn't get off, he sighed and said, "Come on, you can sleep on the couch in the studio."
"But your lap is more comfortable than a pillow," I said. Then jolting up, I said, "Oh my g that sounded so wrong. Sorry Shuuhei."
"Don't worry about it you can sleep on my lap when we're not playing." He said sounding totally calm.
"Fine," I said, pushing myself all the way up. Standing slightly hunched over, I walked to the door and walked out of the limo. Shielding my eyes from the light, I pulled my sunglasses on. I saw another limo driving past us to the front entrance. I wonder who that is, probably some weird person that Aizen signed. I sighed, grabbed Shuuhei's hand and pulled him through the back door.
